It's afternoon, I'm feeling sick
I'm spewing stupid rhetoric
I'm starting shit on post aesthetics
Like a fucking lunatic
I'm home alone
I'm making jokes
I'm drowning in my iPhone
And my ears have sprouted headphones
So I'll watch my weary tone
I know I'm being angsty
Insert joke here about Banksy
(What's a Chinese river? Yangtze)
Then the MC said well thanks she's leaving soon
She'll try to stop rhyme before high noon, tomorrow
Retire to her room
And sit around
And count the hours down
Till June
July, and August end
In this state I've got like four friends
Not like there were much to start with
Now were on to big and better things
She'll stop trying to sing
Before it rings tomorrow
My alarm is lingering
And I live in a shell of things tonight
She'll stop trying to rhyme
Before high noon tomorrow
Retire to her room
And sit around and count the hours down
Late evening then the night
I'm lurking and I feel alright
One-thousand calories to spite
The days I used to diet hard and die
A bit but not too much
But writing down everything sucks
And timing every syllable is dumb
I ate a thousand calories
She'll stop trying to eat before he cheats tomorrow
Carve my name into his leather seat
Said the MC:
She'll stop trying to rhyme before high noon, tomorrow
Retire to her room
And sit around
And count the hours down
Till June
July and August and September and
October and November and December and January
February March and April and don't forget May too
Cause I will sit around
And I will count the hours down till June